And now I did.
She hadn’t just saved a child. She’d saved a family. And she never said a word.
He nodded, eyes glistening. “Your wife was one of the best people I’ve ever met. And I only spoke to her for five minutes.”
A New Kind of Family
Since that day, Saturdays have taken on new meaning.
Every week, Mike and I sit beside Sarah’s grave — sometimes talking, sometimes just sharing the quiet. He tells me about Kaylee’s life: how she’s sixteen now, top of her class, volunteering at the children’s hospital that once treated her.
Last week, he brought her with him.
Kaylee knelt at Sarah’s grave, placed a bouquet of daisies, and whispered, “Thank you for saving me. I’ll live my life to make you proud.”
I couldn’t speak.
Mike and I aren’t strangers anymore. He helps around the house. Checks on my kids. His wife bakes for my daughter. We’ve become an unlikely family — bound by love, gratitude, and the legacy of a woman who gave without expecting anything in return.
The Legacy of Sarah’s Kindness
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